The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-08-14

circumstance. A couple of lads who had
started out for they didn't know where in
pig row boat drifted ashore and got stuck
IN treacherous mud bank conceal ed by a
bunch of marsh grass. The tide was going
out and soon they were hard and fast Their
subsequent antics were amusing. Investi-
CATION revealed the fact that they had start
ed out upon their voyage equipped with a
nsh horn, half dozen Chinese lanterns and
a coffee pot The night was fairly dark
ana from across the river, reflected in dane
ing lines along the water, came the CLEAN
Oh the city lights. A breeze had sprung UP
ana 1t was decidedly chilly. The BOYS
strung their Chinese lanterns from stem to
bow OF their boat, lighted them and, ap-
parently satisfied with the effect, lay down,
but not to sleep Within ten minutes the
younger boy was on his feet thrashing his
arms about him and muttering: Gosh! but
ltS cold" be added in reflective way that
his mother had advised him to bring an
oyercoat instead of the Chinese lanterns.
Then he suggested that it would be good
plan to go ashore and make some coffee.
Inc older boy, whose name was Joe and not
GoSh, objected and an animated discussion
arose. Thence forward those innocents
murdered Sleep At $50 a. m they went
ashore to make coffee, but didn't succeed in
getting fire. At 3 they ran up and down
the beach to keep warm. At the water had
risen enough to float off their boat The
last we saw OF them they were padding
about in mid river the last words heard
We're: Gosh but what are you trying to
do!' the last sound, the rasping toot of their
fishhorn
Morning comes early upon the west bank
OF the Hudson in August and its first faint
bushes are worth leaving couch of broken
rock to see. The dew is heavy and the air
gives lnnrnsCinn Of lOnSa1Oncc if
every breath had come to the nostrils over
wind-swept and rain-washed spaces, deliv-
cred unsullied and without doing duty for
the lungs of city-full before. A journey
to the spring through the wet grass, with a
pre-breakfast lunch on wild blackbelries by
the way, and the sun was up. The camp
fire had been kindled in a rock crevice on
the beach, and with cup of coffee and some
ears of corn roasted over the coals-it was
our own corn, bought and paid for in Har-
lem-breakfaSt was ready, and chapter of
ALLEN Quatermain" digested along with it.
With the sun had sprung up breeze, and
by the time the Sioux was ready to take the
water again at O'Clock a strong head wind
was blowing that sent the spray in fine shape
over boat and crew
Goldenrod was bright upon the banks and
the sky showed rare graduated blue, rang
ing from pale whitish tint, which was yet
"lIHouu trace VI Clouu, upon Ine eastern
bank to the deepest Of blues over the Pail
sades above our heads. 1t was a perfect
day, the first red sumach leaves cleaning
out here and there; signs, though it was yet
midsummer, of the approaching autumn.
The little bird that Northern New Workers
call "tip-up" balanced itself on the rocks
a rare visitant in these ATTITUDES. The Sioux,
by vigorous paddle thrusts, was forced up
by the towers of Edwin Forests castle,
which now forms a portion of Mount st.
Vincent Academy and Convent where Vic
toria MoroSini, for brief time famous as a
coachman's bride, learned her music, past
Mr.. Tilden's mansion house, Greystone, on
the outskirts of Yonkers, a dreary-looking
place enough now, past the picnic docks on
the other shore where the great and only 2.
Diver Association annually eXhilarates it
self to moist and patriotic devotion, and
where Starin often takes his newsboys' ex-
cursions, and members whereof are
said on one occasion to have amused
themselves by burning up a house, though
where they found one to burn is not
evident, straight toward Albany and the
North Pole.
The Hudson is quiet of a morning. The
picnic docks are deserted save when the
queer little ferryboat from Yonkers makes
its slow, puffy infrequent voyages to land
stray passenger. The excursion barges with
their flags flying, their decks black with
people, and beer and music flowing harmoni-
ously will enliven things later, but till the
day is well advanced the Hudson is silent
stretch of blue water, white caps showing
now and then as the puffs of wind blow
strong and steady. A brick schooner from
Ha verstraw, loaded to the deck line, all sail
spread, floats heavily by, a fleet of ice
barges and canal boats roped together
by short cable lengths in great tow like
a floating village, fights It's way up
stream, the fuSsy tugs working as zealously
as they can.
The west bank of the river is the more
interesting of the two, the precipitous walls
of the Palisades holding the eye where the
gentler slopes, dotted with villas, show less
that is picturesque or attractive on the east
shore 1t is only when Immediately under
the Palisades that their full height and real
grandeur are realized. The steamboat pas
Senger, en- route for Albany, who is swept
past them In mid-river feels, perhaps,
sense of disappointment as if they had not
come up to the description, falling short of
his preconceiyed ideal. But to the canoe
voyager floating in six inches of water under
the cliffs, following every curve of the shore,
and ever and anon looking up at their
towering forms, they need no apology. The
rocks are split and scanned in all manner of
mad caprices, the most usual freak of ma
ture being to mold them in the fashion of
feudal towers with turrets and batulements
There have been gigantic rockslips here
and there, and broken masses of debris lie
heaped at their feet They are sharp, cruel
looking cliffs, but the chestnut trees and the
hemlocks are not afraid of them and all
manner of green vines Chamber over them
making a pleasant sight to see.